Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 517 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Nay, no speech, or act of mine be drawn against such as profess it worthily. They are not borne every year, as an Alderman. There goes more to the making of a good Poet, than a Sheriff, Mr. KITELY. You look upon me! though, I live i' the city here, amongst you, I will do more reverence, to him, when I meet him, than I will to the Major, out of his year. But, these paper-pedlars! these ink-dabblers! They cannot expect reprehension, or reproach. They have it with the fact. Sir, you have saved me the labour of a defence. It shall be discourse for supper; between your father and me, if he dare undertake me. But, to dispatch away these, you sign o' the Soldier, and picture o' the Poet (but, both so false, I will not ha' you hanged out at my door till midnight) while we are at supper, you two shall penitently fast it out in my court, without; and, if you will, you may pray there, that we may be so merry within, as to forgive, or forget you, when we come out. Here's a third, because, we tender your safety, shall watch you, he is provided for the purpose. Look to your change, sir. And what shall I do? O! I had lost a sheep, an he had not bleated! Why, sir, you shall give Mr. Downright his cloak: and I will entreat him to take it. A trencher, and a napkin, you shall have, i' the buttery, and keep COB, and his wife company, here; whom, I will entreat first to be reconciled: and you to endeavour with your wit, to keep 'em so. I'll do my best. Why, now I see thou art honest, TIB, I receive thee as my dear, and mortal wife, again. And, I you, as my loving, and obedient husband. Good complement! It will be their bridal night too. They are married anew. Come, I conjure the rest, to put of all discontent. You, Mr. Downright, your anger; you, master KNO'WELL, your cares; master KITELY, and his wife, their jealousy. For, I must tell you both, while that is fed, horns i' the mind are worse than o' the head. Sir, thus they go from me, kiss me, sweet heart. See, what a drove of horns fly, in the air, Winged with my densed, and my credulous breath! Watch 'em, suspicious eyes, watch, where they fall. See, see! on hands, that think th'haue none at all! O, what a plenteous world of this, will come! When air rains horns, all may be sure of same. I ha' learned so much verse out of a jealous man's part, in a play. 'Tis well, 'tis well! This night we'll dedicate to friendship, love, and laughter. Master bridegroom, take your bride, and lead: every one, a fellow. Here is my mistress. Brainworm! to whom all my addresses of courtship shall have their reference. Whose adventures, this day, when our grandchildren shall hear to be made a fable, I doubt not, but it shall find both spectators, and applause.
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Nay, no speech, or act of mine be drawne against such as professe it worthily. They are not borne eurie yeere, as an Alderman. There goes more to the making of a good Poet, then a Sheriffe, Mr. KITELY. You looke vpon me! though, I liue i' the citie here, amongst you, I will doe more reuerence, to him, when I meet him, then I will to the Major, out of his yeere. But, these paper-pedlers! these inke-dablers! They cannot expect reprehension, or reproch. They haue it with the fact. Sir, you haue sau'd me the labour of a defence. It shall be discourse for supper; betweene your father and me, if he dare vnder-take me. But, to dispatch away these, you signe o' the Souldier, and picture o' the Poet (but, both so false, I will not ha' you hang'd out at my dore till midnight) while we are at supper, you two shal penitently fa it out in my court, without; and, if you will, you may pray there, that we may be so merrie within, as to forgiue, or forget you▪ when we come out. Here's a third, because, we tender your safetie, shall watch you, he is prouided for the purpose. Looke to your change, sir. And what shall I doe? O! I had lost a sheepe, an he had not bleated! Why, sir, you shall giue Mr. DOWNE-RIGHT his cloke: and I will intreat him to take it. A trencher, and a napkin, you shall haue, i' the buttrie, and keepe COB, and his wife companie, here; whom, I will intreat first to bee reconcil'd: and you to endeuour with your wit, to keepe 'hem so. Ile doe my best. Why, now I see thou art honest, TIB, I receiue thee as my deae, and mortall wie, againe. And, I you, as my louing, and obedient husband. Good complement! It will bee their bridale night too. They are married anew. Come, I coniure the rest, to put of all discontent. You, Mr. DOWNE-RIGHT, your anger; you, master KNO'WELL, your cares; master KITELY, and his wife, their iealousie. For, I must tell you both, while that is fed, Hornes i' the mind are worse then o' the head. Sir, thus they goe from me, kisse me, sweet heart. See, what a droue of hornes flye, in the ayre, Wing'd with my densed, and my credulous breath! Watch 'hem, suspicious eyes, watch, where they fall. See, see! on hends, that thinke th'haue none at all! O, what a plenteous world of this, will come! When ayre raynes hornes, all my be sure of same. I ha' learn'd so much verse out of a iealous mans part, in a play. 'Tis well, 'tis well! This night wee'll dedicate to friendship, loue, and laughter. Master bride-groome, take your bride, and leade: euery one, a fellow. Here is my mistris. BRAYME-WORME! to whom all my addresses of courtship shall haue their reference. Whose aduentures, this day, when our grand-children shall heare to be made a fable, I doubt not, but it shall find both spectators, and applause.